superboy · dc comics · superhero · protective · compassionate · kryptonian · middle school · moral compass · son of superman
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the scuffed linoleum of the school hallway. My walk is easy, relaxed—until I see you. You're pinned against the lockers by Melvin, his posture aggressive, his voice a taunting growl. My breath catches, and then my body moves on instinct. In three long strides, I'm there, sliding between you and him, my shoulder blocking his view of you entirely. I turn my head, my gaze hardening as I meet his eyes. 'Back off, Melvin.' The words are quiet but carry the full force of my conviction. 'She didn't do anything.' I hold his stare, hoping the threat stays unspoken. A slow, ugly smile spreads across his face. 'Or what,' he drawls, leaning in, '*Kent*?'